Letter - Chief Keef Lyrics,Letter Song English Lyrics

Letter Lyrics

Chief Keef
Album : Mansion Musick
Pop music
1 Translations available

K.E on the track
Aye!
'Member when my teacher told me I
Wasn't gon' be shit
Now I freak her freak my teacher
Cuz I got status, Cuz I got them racks
And I got them guns bitch go gratata tat tat
Click clack nigga brah brah brah nigga
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be

Should take a trip to fuckin' Beijing
Less red bottoms niggas babies
I'mma grown boy, boy you a baby
Though imma baby I get cakey daily
Got a gun and that's for safety
Mama always told me never let nigga play
Man imma get my ass whooped then I couldn't take it
What's a situation is a situation paper
If it needs shake up
I'mma eqrthquake up
Cooling with the paper balling is my major
She wants a top wait up baby I take that
Pull up on the motherfuckin' label with my cake in
Pull up this motherfuckin' chopper and spray it
Fuck rehab I can half a Bob Marley
Double 007 verses Godfather

Borrowed me some rugers I was tired of glock 40s
Put it on blood bitch I'm guap shorty
Put it on cus, I'm a hard shorty
Imma throw your ass on a spa shorty
Put letters in the summer chinchillas in the winters
Where youse mad bout your thot nigga get her
Made it from the bottom to the top niggas??
That's my mansion 2 million??
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be
Should take a trip to fuckin' Beijing
Less red bottoms, niggas babies
Imma grown boy, boy you a baby

Even though I'm a baby I get cakey daily
Got a gun and that's for safety
Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
Man Imma get my ass whopped then i couldn't take it
Heard fuck niggas was plotting on a low
I'm from chiraq I be spotting on a low
I know where that I fucked they daughter didn't know
Pull up on your block popping shit Crisco
Clear a rich 9milimetre when I was in the field
Running 'round the block watching niggas getting killed

Niggas sending shots we gon send them back
Baby imma driver I ain't in the back
Pull up in a foreign they like who is that??
On a tooka day smoking tooka pack
Pull off and I'm torn, all the hoodlums man
Bitch I'm young joc I do you bad
Cool kid hold the gun that will cool ya' ass
Do this rap shit for fun let it fool your ass
Fredo coming out the cut he gon do your ass
Tadoe slow ass takes shots the whole time

Letter - Chief Keef Lyrics,Letter Song English Lyrics